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⊰ 29 ⊱ In His Arms: Part 3
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The Mafia's Mercy Epilogue
⊰ Marcel ⊱The steady beep of the vital signs monitor echoes through the sterile hospital room, a constant reminder of the fragile life hanging in the balance. I sit by Mercy’s bedside, my hand clasped tightly around hers, my eyes fixed on her pale, still face.It’s been a month. A month of watching her chest rise and fall with the help of machines, a month of praying for a miracle that never came. The doctors say there’s little to no brain activity, that the chances of her waking up are next to none.I can’t let her go.Everyone has already come to say their goodbyes. Levi, his eyes red-rimmed and his voice hoarse. Alessandra, her sobs echoing through the hallways. Even Santiago, clinging to Alessandra as she fell apart in his arms.And now, it’s my turn.With a heavy heart, I sign the papers to withdraw medical care, my hand shaking so badly I can barely hold the pen. The doctor gives me a sympathetic look, his hand resting briefly on my shoulder before he moves to remove the tube f
The Mafia's Mercy ⊰ 1 ⊱ Silent Hours
My parents were good people. They made shitty choices, but they were good parents. You see, the problem wasn’t that they didn’t understand the gravity of their poor decision making. The problem was that while they understood, they didn’t care about the consequences so long as they were the only ones who had to pay for them. Unfortunately, life doesn’t really work that way. You know what happens to people who can’t pay off the loan shark? They end up dead. You know what happens to the children of those people? Well…I won’t tell you because that would violate his rules. What I can tell you is that the Mafia doesn’t go after little girls. Instead, the Mafia takes the son of their deceased clients, they turn him into like them, and his sister becomes the girl that no one wants to sit at the lunch table with because God forbid you cross paths with her brother. Needless to say, loneliness becomes your shadow. My name is Mercy—Mercy Carter. I went to college. Got myself a useless Bache
The Mafia's Mercy ⊰ 2 ⊱ Shadow of the Past
The icy cold water is refreshing as I chug it from the glass cup, its coolness kissing my tongue. The remnants of the joint I’ve just smoked linger in the air, its scent infused in my blood-red sweater.I stink. I need a shower.My hooded eyes are redder than usual—a direct result from smoking an entire gram on my own.I cross my arms in front of me, taking the hem of my hoodie and t-shirt together before pulling it up and over my head. In one swift motion, I draw it from my body and toss it into the brown hamper positioned beside the bathroom doorway.With this, I reach behind me and unclasp my bra, slipping it out of my arms as I kick the white sneakers off of my feet. As high as I’m riding, by the time I recognize my next movements, I’m standing naked in the shower with the steaming hot water cascading through my waist-length hair.The sweet scent of the strawberry shampoo that washes my hair makes me smile in contentment as I throw my head back and run my fingers through it. Nothi
The Mafia's Mercy ⊰ 3 ⊱ Reckless Embrace
I sit at the foot of my bed, brushing my knuckles with the pad of my thumb as my hand clenches onto the fingers of my other hand nervously. My leg jumps, the heel of my foot tapping against the carpet floor beneath me.My heart hasn’t quite caught up with the stillness of this moment, its rapid beats a testament to the fear and uncertainty that clings to my like a second skin.It feels like only seconds ago, yet hours apart, that I was dragged back into the life that I thought had parted ways with me the day that my brother walked out the front door of my childhood home. Now, in the quiet of the place I thought I’d always be safe, I can’t help but feel like a boat adrift in the middle of a tsunami.I never thought that I’d catch myself wishing that I weren’t as high as I am right now. The problem is not that I’m not sober. The problem is that while intoxicated me is typically a lot better at handling stressful situations, intoxicated me is also excellent at feeling the extent of my an
The Mafia's Mercy ⊰ 4 ⊱ My Brother's Keeper
No one talks about how the first man that you choose to give yourself to holds power over you—even if it’s the slightest bit of it.I guess that’s why you’re not supposed to give your virginity to a man you’ve just met.Although, the problem wasn’t that I gave it to him. The problem was that it was him I gave it to.Still, he was kind to me. Instead of up and leaving immediately after deflowering me, he stayed and held me until morning came and I sprung up from my bed when I heard my brother’s car pull into the driveway.I gasped loudly, my hands trembling with adrenaline as I tapped on Marcel’s shoulder, anxiously calling, “Marcel! My brother’s home!”When his eyes snapped open, he didn’t seem remotely fazed, and in that moment, I should’ve known. I should’ve known that the man who merely appeared interested in the fact that the girl sitting in his car was the sister of the town’s infamous thug, and not cautious, was someone who was far more menacing than the thug himself. After all,
The Mafia's Mercy ⊰ 5 ⊱ Old Bonds, New Problems
The familiar sound of the incessant beeping from the vital signs monitor prompts an audible groan from the back of my throat, pulling me into consciousness. My eyelids feel heavy, and I struggle to lift them as the bright light that beams from between the opened window blinds pierces my hazy eyes. My eyebrows furrow, my lungs drawing a deep breath as the discomfort from my shoulder slowly settles. It isn’t until my vision clears that I begin to recall the events from the night prior, coming to me like flashbacks in bits and pieces. Marcel. “Mercy?” My eyes widen at the familiar voice, my head snapping to the side to find Levi standing from the chair positioned at my bedside. He straightens on his feet, swiftly moving to stand beside me. “Hey…” the tenderness in his voice is comforting until I remember that I haven’t seen him for the better part of 6 years and the man who put me in this hospital bed is the same man that’s been looking for him. “Levi..?” My voice quavers, the rippl
The Mafia's Mercy ⊰ 6 ⊱ The Currency of My Existence
I wish I could say that if I’d done things differently, I wouldn’t be here. However, the unfortunate truth is that even if I had done things differently, it feels as though this was destined to happen.I guess that’s what happens when your parents leave a mess for you to clean up.My hand grips onto the balled bed sheet in my fist as though it’ll keep me grounded to my body should Marcel choose to put a bullet through my head this time like he said he would. With crippling anticipation, my gaze follows him as he moves from the doorway to stand just before the foot of the bed. Despite very notably feeling my heart pounding in my chest, it isn’t until I register the increasingly shorter pauses between each beep from the vital signs machine that I realize that the spike of my heart rates’ doubled. My hands tremble on my lap, the veins on my arm dilating as my blood pumps faster and harder.It’s okay. It’s gonna be okay.…No the fuck it’s not.The smirk dancing on Marcel’s lips shifts ev
The Mafia's Mercy ⊰ 7 ⊱ An Impossible Request
I inhale deeply as my eyelids flutter open.There’s an odd numbness lingering in my chest as my empty eyes gaze at the coffered ceiling with gold lining. Despite the unfamiliarity, my absent mind ignores the lingering discomfort in my shoulder as my sight shifts to the illuminating, flat, round bulbs in the center of the odd geometric pattern of the decorative panel.I wasn’t ready. Although, I suppose, I probably never would have been.Levi…I didn’t get to say goodbye the first time he left, and I can’t help but wonder if maybe the reason he avoided saying goodbye at all is because he knew how I’d react. If 24-year-old me couldn’t hold it together, what hope was there for 18-year-old me to not have utterly collapsed under the heartbreak of knowingly parting ways with the only family I had left—the only family I have left.I suppose I only wish he’d stayed with me until I fell asleep.Would it have made it all better?The breath that parts my lips makes my chest slowly fall, my head
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